With apologies to blondes....

Debbie was really sick of "blonde" jokes. As an attractive, blonde, newly-arrived medical student at the University of Utah, she felt disrespected -- as though the Utah natives considered her a California Blonde Beach Bimbo.
So Debbie decided to test her hypothesis. She dyed her hair dark black. Then she went to a new area on the medical school grounds to see if people treated her differently.

She saw a farmer unloading a truckload of sheep for the artificial heart program. "You know, I'm a medical student." The farmer just nodded. "I'm quite smart."
The farmer smiled. "I'm sure you are." "Let me prove it." said Debbie. "Are they paying you for these sheep by the pound?"

The farmer said, "Yes, they've budgeted three thousand bucks. We have to weigh them to see how many I leave here." "Well, I'll bet you a hundred bucks I can calculate how many sheep that is, in my head."

The farmer leaned back and pursed his lips. "I don't have a hundred on me. But I'll bet a sheep against your hundred." Debbie studied the flock as it milled around in the pen. "Thirty-seven! It will take 37 sheep." she said.

Sure enough, when the weighing was complete, the medical school had purchased 37 sheep. "Well, a bet's a bet." said the farmer. "Go pick a sheep from the rest of the flock."

Debbie ran into the flock and grabbed a fluffy black and white one. Holding it with both arms, she walked to her car.

She heard the farmer call after her. "Hey, we farmers are pretty smart too." "I'm sure you are." said Debbie.

"Let me prove it," the farmer asked.

"If I can calculate the original color of your hair, can I have my dog back"?

I've heard another version of that and even though I am blonde I find it quite funny myself. How about this one???

Blonde showed up in the ER with a gunshot wound through her hand. The nurse comes in to asses her and asks her what happened.

"Well," says the blonde, "I just lost my job and I can't stand the thought of continuing to live, so I decided to shoot myself."

The nurse nods "I see, go on"

"Well, I put the gun to my chest, but then I remember all the money I had in my boob job. I couldn't ruin it. So I put the gun to the roof of my mouth. Then I thought no, I cannot ruin all my dental work. Three years in braces and just got them bleached you know. So finally, I put the gun in my ear."

"That doesn't explain the hole in you hand," says the now confused nurse.

"Oh yeah, as I went to pull the trigger, I though 'this is gonna be loud' and put my hand against my other ear."